A Long Time in Coming

Her name on my phone sent my heart soaring, but the message she left created a puddle in my panties.

I’m almost there, I expect to see you in something sexy little girl…

I looked down as I sat on the king sized hotel bed and sighed. I didn’t have anything sexy, well not what most women would find sexy anyways, but I stood up and rifled through my bag. I found a dark red leather corset I didn’t think fit me anymore, and a short black pencil skirt. I had planned to wear the skirt and a plain blouse for our first meeting, but my inner slut wanted the corset. So as I slid my panty hose up and over my ass and then the skirt, I sent a quick picture of it on the bed to her. Her response was so fast I gasped.

If you do not have that on when I meet you at the bar in five minutes, you will be severely punished.

It had been a game of ours, one I had taken very seriously. She gave me tasks online, and I did them. Whenever, wherever she asked, I obliged. There was even a signed contract between my Mistress and I, and I felt so safe within our arrangement that when she said she wanted to meet in person, and even offered to pay for my flight to her, I didn’t hesitate for an instant.

I slid my heels on, stood up and fastened...